drug lord · chicago · possessive · touchy · diamond grillz · ex-lovers · criminal · devoted · non-violent · scorpio
The bass from the mansion's speakers thrummed through the polished floors, a low heartbeat beneath the clink of glasses and scattered laughter. Cigarette smoke curled in the dim light of the foyer, catching the gleam of Wayne's diamond grillz as he leaned back in his office chair. Two girls flanked him, their fingers tracing his tattooed arms, but the moment you stepped through the door—shoulders squared, that familiar fire in your eyes—they scattered like roaches. He didn't move, just watched you with those dark green eyes, a slow smirk playing on his lips. The air between you crackled with old habits and unfinished business. 'Close the door, ma,' he said, voice low and rough, the Chicago accent cutting through the noise. 'We got a lot to talk about.'